Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Furry Little Time Thieves

I have had a brilliant revelation.

People who wonder why time is moving so
slowly don't have cats.

I started before 6 this morning,
washing dishes, getting my half a banana and a boiled egg for
breakfast, none of which actually required preparation. I made a pot
of fresh coffee but the machines do the work.

And...THEN...

I decided it was the perfect day to
change the bed.

All I asked was 5 minutes alone with
the bed to change the sheets out. The concept of 5 minutes alone is
so very foreign to a cat that they thought I had lost my mind and
called for Napoleon to come and calm me. Five whole minutes without
cat help, who am I kidding???? That simply is not possible. I might
do something interesting like find a whole salmon under the mattress.
Obviously, I had completely lost my mind.

Finally, after screaming and having
things dropped on me and all the pillows knocked down in the floor
and discovering the stupid sheets are too small for a standard
mattress with a topper I got the job done. I know I have used these
sheets before but apparently, I had a lapse of memory or an attack of
the shrink fairy who is normally confined to my closet and underwear
drawer. I guess she is branching out or has sold a franchise for the
linen closet. Times are hard all around. I will have to buy the
bigger set of sheets from Costco.

When I finally plopped down on the new
bed that Napoleon is luxuriating upon and opened the laptop it is 8
AM.